It had been a simple crime: theft. Just a few pieces of bread, to keep my family from starving. But that was all it took to get yourself thrown in jail those days. I was thrown into prison, and my family starved. That's all I remember... Now, all I have is simple; A cell, composed of four barely glowing walls. A slot for food A hole for waste. And a door that never opens.

"Officials are now insinuating that Dower, may have to do with the missing children and adolescents. A recent count has suggested that possibly over two thousand Parcinian citizens are, in fact, missing..."

"My mind's okay. That I don't mind, although sometimes it scares me how weird it is. It's my body. A short but strong build, long dirty blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders, and hazel eyes my hair often blocks. It's just... It's not my body."